LANGUAGE OF THE CHRISTIAN.
By A. L. Guilford
The cross the world is bearing,
Is not the cross for me;
To turn from sin not caring
To gain true liberty;
But there's a cross which Jesus bore,
The powers of hell he triumphed o'er,
The way for me preparing,
O that's the cross for me. The praise the world is seeking,
Is not the praise for me;
Which wicked hearts are speaking
In pride and vanity.
But there is praise which can be won
Of Jesus, when he says “Well done”—
To those who truth are seeking,
O that's the praise for me. The books the world is reading,
Are not the books for me;
For worldly wisdom heeding
Will lead to misery;
But there's a Book I dearly prize,
Which tells me how from sin to rise,
The way to heaven leading—
O that's the Book for me. The song the world is singing,
Is not the song for me;
The truth away they're flinging,
They would not Jesus see.
But there's a song the saints will sing,
The song of Moses and their King,
Through heaven 'twill be ringing,
O that's the song for me. The crown the world is gaining,
Is not the crown for me,
Its beauty soon is waning,
'Mid strife and villainy.
But there's a matchless crown in heaven,
To all the faithful 'twill be given,
When we shall all be reigning,
O that's the crown for me. The home the world possesses,
Is not the home for me;
Its sorrows and distresses
Oft make our comforts flee;
But there's a home no sorrow knows,
And Christ will bring to that repose
Him who his name confesses,
O that's the home for me. A. L. GUILFORD.
Monroe, Wis.